48 Hours to Cairo - Behind the Journey

I’m about to pack my camera — to go and chase light (…and shadow).Seventy-two hours to go, and I feel like a child about to open a gift — excited and full of anticipation.
Somewhere along the way, I discovered my storytelling tool—my camera.

I’m not a photojournalist. 

I’m not a documentarian. 

                                                                   I tell stories.

I’ve promised myself freedom —the freedom to explore, to chase light and shadow.
I’ll be in the streets — watching, listening, feeling. Looking for backdrops that whisper their own stories. Here I will wait for the stories to unfold, for the “actors” to enter that space.Then I’ll look for the moments that cannot be staged —the raw emotions hiding quietly behind movement and stillness.

I’ve always been fascinated by daily life —the way every split second holds something that will never happen again…and I have the privilege to capture it.
Since I was a little girl, I knew I wasn’t a musician, a scientist, or a magician —but I did know I had a gift.I see the world differently.I feel it deeply.Emotions, movement, and sound become pictures in my mind.

I’ll wait for the unexpected — the quiet gestures, the glances, the spaces between words.People, faces, movement, and the life unfolding around them.

I will be the “fly on the wall,” as described by world-renowned photojournalist Sean Gallagher —patient and persistent, waiting for that one perfect moment.
And when that one, simple, beautiful moment appears —I’ll be ready.
With intention and quiet purpose,I will wait in the streets for the privilege of capturingan Egypt most people pass by without ever seeing.

Follow me.